Emily finished tying the strings of her scrub top and looked at her reflection in the mirror one last time.
Her shift was finally over. The changing room was quiet now. Most of the residents had already left.
She pulled her hair out of the loose bun she had worn all day and ran her fingers through it. Her shoulders felt tired, but her heart felt light.
Telling the truth earlier had lifted something heavy from her chest.
She picked up her bag and stepped out of the changing room.
Nurses walked past the hallway with clipboards. A trolley rattled somewhere down the corridor.
Emily adjusted the strap of her bag and started toward the exit. "Emily."
She almost grimaced when she recognized the voice but she forced a smile as she turned.
Dan was strolling towards her with his hands in his pockets.
"I didn't think you were coming in until tomorrow," she said with a small smile.
"I'm covering for Pete," he said, stopping in front of her. "I see you are back."
